"Well, look who the cat drug in! It's Frank Foster!" Julius yells opening his door as Frank walks into his friends' apartment after just having lunch with his sister who was not far behind him. The two had just gotten into a rather headed argument over the party Warbucks invited them to and Stef was already pissed. She was pissed beyond words for she had only been here in the city for a few hours and was already regretting it considering she didn't even know her brother anymore it seemed. He was so fucking uptight, rigid and controlling. Nothing like she remembered.
Staring at his friend, whom well he had feelings for, Julius didn't realize she'd be with him as he stops screeching, his eyes now bugging out big time for the young women wasn't ugly.
"Hi, Jules," Frank smiles now as Callie looks up from doing the daily crossword puzzle in the newspaper.
"Ohhhhh, is this your baby sis!!!!!!" Callie smiles widely and walks over as she stares at the beautiful blonde who lifts her dark shades up, looking right at the girl and extends her hand out.
"I'm Stef."
"H...hi! Hi, Stef! I'm Callie! We heard all about you! You're only a year older than me!" She grins before clapping her hands together. "Oh my god! Your hair is GORGEOUS!!!!!!!!!!!" Callie beams as Stef doesn't even crack a smile looking the girl up and down and Julius starts scratching his neck rather frantically as if something was bothering him. "Well come in!!! Please!" She nods her head as Julius looks over at Callie not sure what to think.
"Sooo what do you think of the Big Apple?! It's your first time here, right?" Callie continues.
"Yeah it is. Haven't seen much so far. It's okay." Stef has such an attitude in her voice and Julius can feel shivers in his body from her. Whatever it was he sure as hell didn't like her as she stood there like she owned the place looking around and what felt like judging them all. Frank was so sweet, but this one, he didn't know what her damn deal was.
"Ohhhh, I can show you around to there is soo much too see and do!!! So, Stef, I can read your horoscope. What's your sign?" Callie asks happily as the blonde looks right back at her wondering if this girl ever shut the fuck up for she just kept going on and on about nothing.
"My sign?" She asks with even more attitude and annoyance looking at Callie like she lost her mind once again.
"Yeah, your birth month? I study horoscopes and stuff. I do moon signs too and rising signs! I can write up a whole thing for you and..."
"Oh um... I don't know. I'm not really into that sort of thing. Sorry, lovey." She says in a condescending tone before turning back to face Julius, basically dismissing and cutting Callie off. "But, my brother said you take pictures? That you can take my modeling photos?"
"You mean me?" The man looks shocked as he points to himself.
"Yeah, you. Isn't that what you said, Frank? Or did you lie about that shit too?" Stef snorts as she looks back at her brother.
"Stef, come on." Frank says rather frustrated as Stef rolls her eyes, lights a smoke and heads into the kitchen to grab a drink out of the fridge as Julius looks appalled.
"Well, she's a pleasant one, isn't she? Just a ball of fun, Frank. And HELP YOURSELF, HONEY!!!! YOU'RE WELCOME! "Julius yells rather passive aggressively seeing Stef dig in his fridge which was really getting under his skin even more as he keeps scratching his neck as giant welts form.
"She's not usually like this. We got into a fight." He whispers as Stef grabs a beer and pops it open.
"Fuck, Frank said you were pretty cool, but all you have is light beer? What's that about?" The blonde says as Julius can feel the hair on the back of his neck stand up and Callie once again tries to talk to the blonde hoping to break the ice for Stef's bad attitude didn't face her at all.
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Streetlife
FanfictionThis story takes place in the early 1980's during the time when crime, drugs, corruption, pimps, prostitution, and the Aids virus plagued the streets of New York City and 42nd street. This gritty novel tells the lives of friends, and rivals who str...